And Joe Hides

he says cunt.
she says lotus.

I say oh well.
potato tomato.

we all have things.
some more than others.

silent nerds.
hesitant to begin.

he goes uptown.
she goes to Brooklyn.

I stay in Union Square.
sit on a bench.

cigarettes again.
saying what it is.

bright lights.
and bullshit.

things will be things.
tired sirens in felt.